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Sunday, February 15, 2009

Two tears in a bucket, motherfuck it.!

I'm writing you a letter today - it makes me nervous and wracks my bones. But i feel good about it too. I'm finally going to release the ghost. You will proably read it and feel nothing - but i hope i am underestimating you. I hope that you are better than i give you credit for. & i hope i am better too.
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